Feeling the weight in my pocket, I glanced down. "So...?"
"So?" Logan shrugged, like the decision was black and white.
I just looked at him, not believing this was it. If my eyes could lock with his, like times before, would he see how much I loved him? How much I wanted him to stay? I suppose not, since all he did was stare back at me with his brown eyes almost angry.
Feeling an enormous lump in my throat, I was the one to cower first, breaking our gaze. Quickly, before I changed my mind, I dug out the blue velvet box from my pocket. Handing it to him, I tried to remember its smooth texture, knowing this would be the last time I held it.
Logan's head shook as he focused on the ground. A thousand years passed before his eyes looked into mine. His lips curled faintly, exuding sadness. It was ironic. Just like now.
My hand hung between us, wrapped around the box. His gaze darted to it, and then at me. I had seconds left to change my mind.
Disappointment was the first emotion to cross Logan's face when I didn't make a sound. Exhaling, he ripped the box away, leaving my hand to dangle. Empty and void of a purpose.
His voice low, he said, "Goodbye, Rory."
The last look he gave me was like a dagger through my heart. No, it was worse. So much worse. My heart was shattered. There wasn't a whole lot left to be hurt.
I watched as he walked away, his hands in his pockets, not looking back.
Not even once.
That day, I chose freedom. I lost love.
Thanks for reading!
Another product of my writing mood. Well, it was a sad writing mood and I wanted to do a short, concise piece. (Okay, I admit I was attempting at a drabble, but this was way over 100 words.) Nevertheless, I've always wanted to write this break up scene, to get into Rory's head and see what was going on when she rejected Logan's proposal.
Please let me know what you think!
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